Changes and more changes

So much days and nights have gone by unnoticed. They have flied past me without me even knowing where they all go. I can recall some of the special and good times I spent with my friend, my sister and a few other people. The circle is always small. It's better that way. Not many things to worry about.

Changes and more changes are taking place. My family has moved out of the village, which is good because I will not see my nosy neighbor again. The only bad part is that my two cats didn't get to go along with them. I will miss them so much, especially the gray-striped one, Cody. I don't think I will really miss Whisky. At least I got to hold them for one last time when I went home.

People just can't keep everything that they have, from animals, to things, to humans.

I know that living in a place apart from the one where I grew up can be hard, but that's the best solution for now. There's no other option. The funny part is that I don't even know how the place looks. This is the first time I am moving out of my home, apart from coming to Cayo, since this is about school.


Over the past months, I have been trying to remember what my past birthdays were like. I can't remember one that I was told was very important to remember. I remember I was in Corozal with my cousin for my 17th. It was good. There was a group of young students from the states visiting with her. They sang me Happy Birthday.
For my 18th birthday, I was here in Cayo. I left home early that morning. It was the weekend I wasn't supposed to go home. When I got back, I got a big surprise.


I always wonder about why things turned out this way. I have no idea about what went wrong. According to him, it was about his job. He got a job away from here and it was really hard to see each other. He let me go, but somehow, somewhere, I know he hasn't. Not really. It

That there was for those who think that they are worth nothing to other people. If there are a lot of people out there who don't like you, don't bring yourself down. Please know that there are others out there who would be happy to have you around.


This poem is for my closest friend. The only person I have ever talked to, as in really talked to.